CREDITS
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Otto tells me that on the seventh day,
God looked down on the earth and saw that all was good.
Now, I'm a God-fearing Christian like the best of them,
but if I was a different kind of man,
I dare say I'd be asking for my money back.
Well, talk of God isn't going to invigorate us
and if we are to survive the winter
on the rations that we have,
then we must begin to hunt.
Today, we will split into groups of three.
Otto, McKendrick, myself
will take the rifles and climb the headland in search for food.
The other group will remain here,
spending a minimum of one hour tramping up and down the strand
in an attempt to maintain vigour.
You should let me help you, boys.
I'm a good shot, me. All I need's a rifle.
Gentlemen,
I can appreciate that morale may be scarcely low at this point,
but if you choose to remain immobile,
your blood will thicken and clot in your veins.
Your organs will become flaccid and eventually fail,
and you will die a most excruciating death.
Is that clear?
- Have I made myself perfectly clear? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Very good.
The men do as I instruct,
but they make no effort.
Without the rigour and purpose of the shipboard duties...
... they are lost.
We decide to break the first of the whaleboats.
But the fire gives them little comfort or warmth.
Yet, gradually free from the wretchedness of my withdrawal,
the tyranny of my addiction,
I feel stronger.
Weeks pass,
or is it months?
And rations fade.
And the cold seeps into our bones.
Why are you giving me such a fucking raw deal?
I deserve better than this!
But I will not fall apart.
Lads. Wake up.
They've got seal.
You got seal.
Food.
- We're hungry. - Trade?
Yes.
What have we got?
Pocket flask.
- Here. - No, no. no, this.
- Flensing knife. That's good. - Yeah, that is good.
It's a good flask.
This is very sharp.
Yeah, have a look at that as well.
No?
Yeah.
No, we, we can't eat this!
Food is what we want.
That.
Yeah?
Yeah, take that. Cut us a slice of that.
All right, back off, boys.
They know what we're about.
Hey, Cookie.
Get some wood on.
Well done, Michael.
I don't think the pan's hot enough.
That's hot enough. D'you wanna come down here and do it?
Give us a minute.
I could eat it raw.
Same.
Mm. It's good.
If they keep on giving us seals,
we can burn the blubber for warmth,
- have enough meat to go around. - Hmm.
Look at them down there, laughing and joking with themselves.
We need to strike a good bargain.
The problem is, they already know we're screwed.
You think they'd let us starve to death?
Happily. Heathenish fuckers such as them
ain't burdened with the Christian virtues of men like us.
What virtues are those?
That's the God's truth of it.
If they don't fancy what we have to offer them,
they'll be gone just as quick as they arrived.
Offer the rifles then.
Each rifle for five dead seals, three rifles is 15 seals.
We should last the winter off that.
I'll tell 'em ten, ten per rifle.
Though I honestly doubt
those savage bastards can even count that high.
Hey!
Yeah, you. Come up!
Yeah, I wanna trade.
Recognise that?
That one. That one, the front one.
Yeah. Go on, go on.
That there's a good weapon.
Now, I want ten of your seals
for us to eat for one rifle.
- Ten. - Please.
Ah.
No, no, no. I won't be Jewed down by no fucking Eskimo.
- Ten. - Shit.
Four seals for a rifle? What kind of cunt do you think I am?
If they walk away now, we will die for certain.
- We'll survive without them. - No, we will not.
Actually, give me that.
That's part of the wager.
Where's the pan?
Very good.
Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
they're sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had,
they'd wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls into my lot
that I should rise and you should not,
then I'll gently rise and I'll softly call,
good night and joy be with you all.
You got a...
A nice, nice, nice fat-looking one you've got there.
I can help you. I-I-I can butcher him.
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, my chains. Look.
See them fucks up there, they don't trust me, see?
They think I'm dangerous.
Shh, ssh. No, no, no.
Let me do it. Let me do it. I can do it easy, come on.
Just give me a... Yeah, your knife.
I just need your knife.
You cut it?
- Hm. - Right you are.
Go on then, I'll watch.
Oh, I say, I say.
Oh.
Mm.
Go on.
I've eaten worse in my time. Plenty worse.
Mm.
Ah.
Hmm?
I've eaten eyeballs before.
An eyeball's an easy picking.
I'll gobble down anything you give me,
any fucking thing at all.
I ain't fussy. Brains, bollocks, arseholes.
Hmm.
What they saying?
I think they want to leave.
Well, they can't.
The sea is freezing.
If they don't go now, they'll be stuck with us.
We need more seals.
No, we've got enough from them to last us.
Provided they come back, we should survive.
Well, how about the old bastard goes,
and the other one stays here with us?
If they go off together, we can't be ever sure they're coming back.
We can talk to them, but don't go threatening them.
As soon as you do that, they'll be gone for good.
They may have that one rifle,
but they haven't got no balls or powder for it yet.
So I reckon I can threaten the bastards all I like.
He stays here.
- You can fuck off. - Michael.
No, don't turn your back on me.
You think killing them will change their minds, do ya?
I ain't killing anyone yet.
I'm just aiming to get a little more attention, that's all.
Put the gun down.
Please.
Excuse me?
Excuse me.
Can you stay?
Can he stay here with us, please?
He stay...
Ah.
For you.
Your ring won't work.
If you can't eat it or burn it or fuck it,
it's not much use out here.
They're not stupid.
They can trade it with other whalers, and...
He stays.
Yes?
Thank you.
Come on now.
It seems your criminal endeavours have paid off.
Psst.
- Is that Britannia? - Aye. Aye.
You're a surprising bastard, I'll give you that, Henry Drax.
D'you remember the time we talked about?
The time we both thought might never happen.
I remember it well enough.
Then I expect you can more or less guess what I'm about to tell you.
That time hasn't come.
- It can't have, not out here. - It has, Michael.
Bollocks to that.
When the old Eskimo leaves in the morrow,
he's gonna take me with him.
It's all been agreed between us.
All I need from you is a file to get these chains off,
that and a... you know, as we said, a quick glance the other way.
You'd rather live as a Yak?
I might. I'll winter over with them if they let me.
And come spring, I'll look out for a ship.
Bound for where?
It doesn't matter.
New Bedford, Sebastopol.
You won't see sight of me again.
I'll swear to that, at least.
- All of us trapped here now. - Aye.
Why should I help you alone to escape?
Well, you're only keeping me alive and breathing
so they can hang me later on.
Now where's the sense or the reason in that?
Let me take my chances with the Yaks.
I mean, the savage bastards may stick a lance in me,
but if they do, there's no man here will mourn my passing much.
I'm a whaleman, not a jailer, that's true enough.
Aye.
You think on it, it's one less mouth to feed,
and when you get back to England,
there'll be no blame attached.
You and Baxter can go about your business
without no trouble from me.
You can even keep my share.
You know, for giving me a helping hand.
You're an evil...
filthy...
conniving bastard, Henry.
And I expect you always were one.
Maybe.
But if I am what you call me,
why would you want such a fiend living so close amongst you
when you have the God-given chance to cut him free?
Ah, ha-ha.
You can't use it inside the tent.
Well, the seal meat don't agree with me none.
I'll be in and out all night shitting, I expect.
- I've been thinking... - Aye.
What if I come along with you?
Well, it's safer here.
We can't all winter through alive. Seven men? It ain't possible.
One or two might die, but I'd say you won't be one of them.
I'd sooner take my chances with the Yaks, like you are.
It's not the agreement I made. It's me alone.
Well, I'll make me own agreement.
Separate, like, why not?
You'll do best to stay.
Nay, I'll be coming with.
And that there file's my ticket out.
You always were
a bold and blusterous fucker, Michael Cavendish.
You'd thought to get one over on me, but you won't do it.
I ain't staying here to die with these others.
- Yeah. - I got bigger plans.
Aye.
Get ready, but wait for my whistle.
Don't come till you hear it.
Shh.
I haven't whistled you yet.
I ain't waiting for no whistle.
The case is altered.
- Altered? - Yes.
How so?
I have to show you something.
Show me what?
Take a look inside.
What the fuck am I meant to be looking at?
Hurry, Michael.
You'll like it.
This weren't my idea, Michael.
This one was yours alone.
He must've helped Drax cut through his chains.
He deserves this then, the stupid fuck.
What do we do now?
What do we eat once the seal meat is gone?
We get hungry.
Unless we fancy cooking
the grand Master Cavendish here in a tasty stew.
Why would Drax kill those Eskimo?
They must've had something he wanted.
What shall we do with this prick now?
We bury him, of course.
Dear Lord,
help us understand Your purpose and Your mercy.
- Fuck him. - Preserve us
from the grave sin of despair.
Let us not give in to evil.
Give us faith
in the workings of Your Providence.
Help us remember
that Your Love created this world,
and Your Love sustains it still at every moment.
And let us remember
that we are a part of Your greater mystery,
and that You are never absent.
And even if we fail to see Your presence,
or mistake it for some other lesser thing,
You are still right here with us.
Thank you, Lord. Amen.
We've had the Devil himself living here amongst us.
I seen his footprints out there in the snow.
The cloven hoof, the mark of Satan. I seen it clear as day.
And I've seen it too.
Like the tracks of a pig or a goat...
There are no such tracks.
No marks at all.
The only Devil here is the one inside ourselves.
Drax is Satan taken on a fleshly form.
- He ain't human like me and you. - He's not the Devil.
He's a tormented spirit, yes, but he's not the Devil.
I've seen him in my dreams. Spoke to him many times.
There's three dead men outside
I'd weigh against your fucking dreams.
Whatever he may be, he's gone now.
Aye.
But where's he gone?
And who says he won't come back?
We can find the Yaks' camp,
and they can take us down to the Yankee whaling station
on Blacklead Island. We'll be safe there.
You don't know where the Yak camp is or how far distant.
I've had my fill of taking other men's advertisements.
We followed orders since we left Hull,
and it's that that's brought us to this sorry fucking pass.
There are no tracks.
There are no landmarks that any of us can recognise.
Those who wanna stay in this accursed place can stay,
but I am not staying an hour longer.
Have dinner tonight at the least.
You're a decent man, Otto,
but I will knock you down if you stand in my fucking way.
There aren't too many men
who would... stick up for a fellow like me.
- So thank you. - Hey.
Good luck.
You too.
If Henry Drax is not the Devil,
then I cannot claim to know what he is.
If there is an English word coined for a man like him,
I do not believe I have learned it.
Nor will you learn it,
not by any human book at least.
Well, you dreamt that we'd all die,
and it's coming true.
We have very little food,
the sea is completely iced over,
and we are gradually freezing day by day with no hope...
of help...
or rescue.
Miracles do occur.
If great evil exists, why not great good the same?
Signs and fucking wonders.
Is that the very best you can offer me?
I'm not offering you anything.
Not anymore.
If we're going to live, we have to hunt.
What?
We need to hunt.
Yeah. I know.
As soon the weather passes.
What about a bear?
Can you eat a bear?
Yeah. You can.
Happy?
- Patrick. - Hmm?
There's no signs. I'm freezing.
Let's switch.
Homo homini lupus.
Oh, shit.
Come out.
Come out!
Come out.
Come out!
Come out and face me!
Face me!
Come out!
Come out.
Come out. Come out.
You lay there and rest,
whoever you are.
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